Alliterating in April

  New beginnings, fresh sheets of paper, unused ink, words yet to be written, seeds waiting to be scattered, blooms in the heart. National Poetry Month is a month for poets to come out of hiding— out of stuffy libraries, out of book-riddled bedrooms, out of tiny offices.  It’s when we gather over cups ofContinue reading “Alliterating in April”

Schooling in September

Out of the corner of my eye, I catch a glimmer of red, a smudge of gold, a hint of rust. September has stamped its presence on a handful of leaves.  The garden is fading into fire. How did this happen so quickly? There were many wonderful summer moments left to experience.  Although the weatherContinue reading “Schooling in September”